I'm sitting at the computer on Saturday morning and having a serving of the dessert that I made for dinner last night. I had some new friends for dinner last night. The occasion: an excuse to open the wonderful red wine that my boyfriend bought me in Israel, and the celebration of my completion of the first opera scene. No kidding, it took me seven month to write the whole thing, from sketch to completed score.
for dinner I served a slow cooked beef stew in wine, served with Gnocchi, green beens with a light dressing, fresh salad and freshly baked buns. All the websites that I checked recommended pairing Zinfandel with a heavy, wintery beef dish, so after a survey of what's available in Belrin, I came up with this stew, a sort of variation on Beef Bourgignon, my own version. It really came out delicious, and really did go well with the wine.
Mishap A: When I was food shopping for this meal, I had a lot of supermarket bags eventually, and I was putting two bags on each side of my bike handels. Too bad that the bags got cought in the wheels! I ended up with a torn bag and most of my green peppercorns fell out of the bag on the street! Fortunately, the peppercorn jar only opened, it didn't break, and I was able to still save what was left inside the jar (don't worry, I didn't collect peppercorn from the sidewalk!).
Mishap B: When I was making Aharoni's plum cobbler, I accidentaly put some bulgar wheat in place of brown sugar. They look the same! When I finish adding ingredients to the dough decide to taste it, because there's no raw eggs in it or anything that can be bad for me. I don't understand why the dough is grainy, and why it isn't sweet! Then I look at the bag and realize... OK - I don't panick - I only put into this dough an entire (real) vanilla bean. I can't throw the dough away and start over now. I put everything in the pan and cover it, so that the juices from the plums will be able to rise and soak the burgul, making it soft. It doesn't happen, the bulgar wheat is hard as stone... Last resort - I mix up the entire content of the cobbler, so that the bulgar wheat actually touches the plum juice. The result - yummy, but ugly plum dessert.
The guests didn't complain. They were also stuffed from the wonderful beef stew. And I am saved...
When making a wonderful meal for friends, I believe in being just a little imperfect. Of course I didn't mess up the cobbler on purpose, but if this was a perfect meal, what could come after it?
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